L'hacienda s'éveillait à mesure que le soleil montait. Un mirage commençait à se former là où un groupe de personnes s'était rassemblé, et les champs attendaient une journée entière de labeur. J'ai levé la main pour me protéger les yeux, mais la lumière filtrait encore entre mes doigts. De l'autre main, je m'agrippais au guidon tandis que notre tricycle naviguait sur une route de béton inégale où l'herbe poussait dans chaque fissure. L'air habituellement humide de Negros Occidental portait (…)

In Gaza, East Jerusalem, Jaffa, the Negev and in the villages, fields and refugee camps of the West Bank, the violent treatment of Palestinians by Jewish Israelis continues, with the backing of the army and the state
An Israeli soldier places a flag at the entrance of the Nur Shams, Monday. 'There's no doubt that this is an intentional policy by the Israeli government.'Credit: Jaafar Ashtiyeh/AFP
Denying the Palestinian Nakba is denying not only the past, but also the present.
The (…)

Nous, le Communist Party of Bangladesh (Marxist–Leninist) [Parti communiste du Bangladesh (marxiste-léniniste), CPB ML] et Radical Socialist (Inde), condamnons avec la plus grande fermeté la vague actuelle de violence communautariste, de fondamentalisme religieux et d'attaques contre les espaces démocratiques et laïques en Asie du Sud, en particulier au Bangladesh, ainsi que les dangereuses répercussions politiques que ces développements produisent en Inde.
Au Bangladesh, le renversement (…)

This article, published on NetEase (one of China's largest internet platforms) in July 2025, openly advocates for China to seize Russia's Far Eastern territories—over 7 million square kilometres—through economic infiltration and, if necessary, military force. The author argues that Russia's weakness following the Ukraine conflict presents a “once-in-a-century opportunity” for China to reclaim lands lost in 19^th-century treaties. The piece dismisses Russia's nuclear deterrent as irrelevant (…)

The hacienda stirred to life as the sun climbed higher. A mirage began to form where a group of people had gathered, and the fields awaited a full day's labour. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, yet light still seeped through my fingers. With my other hand, I gripped the handlebar as our tricycle navigated a patchy concrete road where grass grew through every fissure. The usual humid air in Negros Occidental carried the sweet scent of freshly-cut sugarcane and damp earth. It was February, (…)